Tinder, Of Course.

Oh man you guys! So much has happened over the past year!  I got new eyes!  Moved into a new apartment walking distance from work! I got a new car!  I found a dead fish on my floor thanks to the cat!  And yet...so much is still the same.

2 Things

There are two things I want out of this life.  A boyfriend is probably your first guess.  Wrong.

Boom

It completely blew up in my face.  Though, I'll admit, I helped push the big red button.  But maybe that needed to happen.  Maybe the foundation of the building was flawed and the building was always doomed to collapse.

Love

I've been hesitant to write the few weeks (months) because I'm not exactly sure what to write about.  I think 3 words sum it up.  Relationships are complicated.

Blowin' in the Wind

I've been promising my friend Dylan this post for awhile.  He really has tried just about everything to get me to write about him.  He deserves a lot of credit.

Unfortunately, his attempts will greatly decrease since he is leaving us for lovely Indiana, so I'm just going to give in.  This one time.

Dear Last Night

To all my friends who were at Bar Lubitsch last night, thank you and I'm sorry.

First, it was just really fucking great to see all your faces.  Second, I appreciate everyone following their "hello" with some version of "is your boyfriend here?"  

Official

Welp.  I have a boyfriend.  And to all those who swear by "You'll find him when you least expect it" I call bullshit.  

Sure, maybe you'll bump into some cute guy (girl) at Starbucks and accidentally spill some of your sugar with a hint of coffee drink on his (her) neatly pressed, light blue, eye matching shirt (dress) that cost him $199 dollars at Marc Jacobs for Men (Anthropologie), and he'll (she'll) just flash a dazzling smile, say it's fine and ask you to join him (her).  

Sure.